On satin comfort I contemplate
Who I was and who I am.
Removing falsehoods,
I hold them close…

What I imagine I will become.

Shrouded in silence
My smile belies.
You cannot guess my thoughts.
Which one of me will please you most?

Which face will I put forward?

In my mind I march toward you
One face in front of the other,
Timid, afraid, yet holding my own;
Hands prepared for what’s to come.

Can I expose myself to you,
Removing all facades?

You permeate my disguise;
All my personas crumble
Beneath your hungry gaze.

My true and naked self betrays;

I hold my breath and wait.
You caress my wanting face;
Your eyes drink deeply, thirsting for
All that I am,

All that I’m not.

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